The most joyous thing I’ve seen today is this bit of lovers’ nonsense in a shifter romance, namely Always Midnight by Ashlynn Monroe, which I found in the Bad Alphas collection:

“Everything feels so right,” Tar said. “I just don’t understand why I’m so willing to be claimed. I’m a modern woman, and I swear I don’t usually sleep with every hot guy who rescues me from a murderer.”

Ax chuckled. “This thing between us is more powerful than love and better than lust. You’re my mate. There’s nothing a human has to compare it to, but your wolf side will understand. Your body… your soul recognizes that you belong to me. It’s the most complicated piece of simplicity in the animal kingdom.”

Tar was never speechless, but that little poetic bit of crypto-zoology blew her mind. She lay naked in the arms of her hunky wolf-man, and the overdeveloped sarcasm lobe of her brain gave her nada, nothing, zilch. Romance gave her brain damage, but she relished her symptoms.

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